None of them would be where they are right now if it weren't for Amber. The take down of Division, Percy, all of it, would not have been possible. A few years ago during a mission a young street girl just happened to be at the right place at the right time. She had saved them; Nikita, Michael, Alex. Her name was Amber, no last name just a first. They asked her who she was, where she came from.
Her reply "I don't know."
She explained to them that her past was a blank, save a few very hazy "frames" and that one day she just woke up and found herself on the street. She didn't know her last name, who her parents were. She didn't even know her birthday so she didn't even know how old she was. They all thought this was extremely strange. But the girl had turned to Nikita. She had seen the way she fought, how she took out the bad men. She asked if she could come with them. She asked if maybe just maybe they could help her find her mother. Michael and Alex were slightly hesitant but after a nod from Nikita all 3 approved and so it began.
Amber came to live with them. Between missions they had tried everything they could to find out who she was and who her mother was. Birkhoff had even done some digging on ShadowNet. Nothing. She was a complete mystery. Nikita had promised her though that they would never give up looking for her mom and that until then she, Nikita would be her family, they all would. Amber became very close with Nikita. The two had similar personalities and Amber could relate to Nikita's not knowing her parents either. She was like a mother/big sister to her.
Alex and Amber also had become close. Amber had become like a little sister to her. Something Alex had always wanted once. They gave Amber the old Division training and she became part of their team, helping them with missions. They took down Division, killed Percy, and now they were running the place. Just until they took down Amanda and the dirty thirty.
Present Day:
Amber and Alex laid on their backs on the bed, eyes closed, both tired after working out.
"Tell me something" Amber said.
"hmm like what" Alex murmured, eyes still closed.
"Tell me about your mom."
"Again?"
"Yes please."
Alex sat up "you always want to hear about stuff like that, why?"
Amber stayed where she was but opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at Alex.
"Because" she started, "I don't remember much about my mom... and by hearing about moms maybe the darkness in my brain will clear one day and I'll remember."
"Do you remember anything?" Alex asked.
Amber sat up and hung her head a little. "Not really... just that she loved me. I know she did. Very much. I don't know how I know but I just do. And I think she pretty. That's it."
Alex put her arm around the girl. She felt sorry for her. She could sympathize with the loss of a parent. The young girl missed someone so much that she didn't even remember.
"You know I once thought my mother was dead and that I'd never see her again but then I found out she was alive," Alex said, "We'll find her."
Amber smiled. Alex got up and changed out of her workout clothes.
"Alex," Amber said following suit.
"Yes?" Alex replied.
"I remember one other thing about my life before the "black out.""
"What?" Alex asked.
"Flames.. then darkness, then...nothing. I was on the street." Amber shrugged "And even that bit of memory is hazy."
There was a knock at the door and Owen came in. "Hey! Nikita and Michael want us all in Ops, they got something."
Alex and Amber headed up stairs to where Nikita, Michael, and Birkhoff were waiting.
"Whats up?" Alex asked.
"We found something" Michael said. "It looks like a black box. Birkhoff is cracking the code now."
"And I've got it!" Birkhoff shouted from his computer.
They all gathered around the monitor as the contents of the black box came up on the screen.
"It.. It looks like a personal files on the Division staff?" Nikita said. "Look! Here file on Michael."
Birkhoff clicked on the file and it brought up the info and job done on Michael's family. Nikita reached out and clasped her hand to his.
"That son of a Bitch kept records on everything and everyone." Nikita said, "Michael, Roan, ..Amanda."
"Click on her file, maybe there's something on it we can us to take her down." Alex said from the back of the room.
Birkhoff did and what came next was something no one was expecting.
"Oh my God.." Nikita whispered.
One screen was picture and birth certificate...of Amber. More photos came up. Surveillance. Shot of a house on fire. Amber stood and stared wide-eyed at the screen, silent. Her eyes fixed on a photo of herself siting on Amanda's lap on a swing. Amanda's arms wrapped around her. They both were smiling. She looked to be about 7. The last age she remembered being before the nothing-ness.
Finally with tears forming in her eye's Amber cracked a smile and spoke, breaking the silence. She looked at the birth certificate on the screen.
"That's my birthdate...I'm 17."